a collection of thoughts and emotions, carelessly twisted into words on the leaf of a notepad
.:taure.anwar.rodrigues:.

5.01.2007

Higher level

I am trying to get to the point in my life thatEveryone is looking up to meThe higher levelthat stand two feet awayTilt your head back to see me levelNot trying to be a big manJust a real oneWith large handsThat I can useto smack haters and bigots around when I canFeel me!A level so high that my nuts touch the skyAnd my eyes see helicopters whizzing byThey are dropping off the messagesfrom the hordes belowthey are trying to reach meteach melove medestroy mehate mesurrounding those that tried to hold me downI cast a long shadow when my foot lifts off the groundPeople scatter, shimmy and shakeupon hearing the sounds of an earthquakethat’s the rumble in my tummyround and robustI am hungry for peaceMy nation lives in distrustI reach down into a dark warm abyssTake a full mouth of molten lava blissI spray the area with fire leaving nothing in siteJust the remains of those that have been caught in my plightI want to get to the level where I play with moons and planetsAs if they were jacksI sit with Hercules in his caveplaying spades and we toss some drinks backbottles shaped like whales filled with ocean waterthe real ocean sprayChase it down with 2tons of meat sacrificed on this dayI feel the urge to touch a woman so I shrink down to normal sizebut I have a gigantic wood onOh and you wouldn’t?I am running through the wildernessknocking trees over with my trunk of funkLooking for a hole to dunk my donut inI come across a majestic queen teamed with her sister virginQuite a pair of nymphetsBodily requests of heaven’s touch give the soul a platform to dive inEscaping to an emotion never imaginedthe higher level